mazka

"It's your birthday tomorrow," you said. "I know that," I mumbled, too sleepy to wonder why you were pointing out such an obvious fact. "Are you still refusing to let me buy you a present?" "I don't want anything." "You must want something." "Just you." "You have me." "Exactly." I pulled the covers over my head to encourage you to shut up, but you pulled them back down. "Why can't I get you something? Everyone else gets to." "Give me the covers back." "Answer my question." "You suck. I'm cold." "Then answer quickly." I snuggled into your arms and sighed. "You've already given me more than I could have ever imagined possible." "H